I Don't Like The 1800s, I Like The 2000s Lyrics

I don't like the 1800s, I like 2000

I ain't gonna cash the check if it ain't two thousand

How you say you even rich, you don't got 2 thou

How you say you getting cash, you don't got no cow

I be walking on this beat like god damn ow

I could walk up in Walmart, walk out with style

I ain't talked to that one girl, yeah it's been a while

I ain't talked to that one

Your shorty stuck to me but listen I don't got no tape

All these damn leaves around me I'ma need a a rake

You don't got enough money to make the money counter break

You ain't shot enough threes you to do the thug shake

Ughh

Thug shake on a bad broad you don't gotta watch

(Man I wasn't trying to watch in the first place bro like come on now)

Aye listen, why you flexing on the gram you ain't got no pape

Why your girl shaking ass she ain't got no cake

Why you flexing on the gram you ain't got no pape

Why your girl shaking ass she ain't got no cake

On god, aye, like did you hear bro?

He was over there, speaking facts, did you hear bro?

He was over there, in the dark, did you fear bro?

Aye, I just gotta know, chillin with some hoes, knock em down like some dominoes

Look over there, two latinas, I need some of those

Aye, (what?) You got taste man, I ain't falling off

What they think, I'm like Lil Xan?

I got two big booty babes, they don't wanna talk

I love big booty, how it jiggle round when they walk

I love pourin syrup, yeah I love sipping on the wok

I love double cupping, yeah I'm loving when it's on the rocks

Like did you hear that?

Heard you got COVID-20, yeah I ain't near that

I like liking Instagram stories like that ass fat

I like doing tracks at the crib, it's just like that

Why you flexing on the gram, you ain't got no pape

Why your girl's shaking ass, she ain't got no cake

Why you flexing on the gram, you ain't got no pape

Why your girl's shaking ass, she ain't got no cake

Damn, uh, yeah

Took a hit of the blunt, started coughing, washed it down with some lean

Shawty talking down on me, but she all up on her knees

Had the car smelling good, know I keep them Lil Trees

All my shooter want is a medal, he like Wreck It Ralph

Talking crazy, yeah we finna bop em in his mouth

Shout out Kanye, yeah he went North, but I went South

Just got a K from a freshman for a lil ounce (dummy)

4 a.m. out the crib, like what's the move

Damn, bitch, you ain't get picked up to go get food

Shawty started tripping, telling me how I'm so rude

Stop playing with me, bitch, I'ma just go and call your dude

Bitch said that she wanna slide, I'm like, okay, bet

Hit a home run with that bitch, I'm like Mookie Betts